Red blood oozes from the rotten corners of the mouth.

The rotten fingers slowly put the knife and fork on the plate, trying not to let the knife and fork collide with the plate and make a crisp sound.

This is very rude.

The tuxedo zombie was very satisfied with the action of putting down the knife and fork this time, and did not hear a clang.

The rotten fingers drew a graceful arc in the air, and picked up the snow-white towel that was placed aside.

Gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Black blood and red blood mixed together, staining the entire towel dirty.

The dirty towel flew in the air for a brief moment, then landed in the basket in the corner.

Inside the basket, there was a basket full of towels.

It was pitch black, and some of them had a lot of carrion hanging from them.

The tuxedo zombie was pleased with the curvature of the towel flying in the air, and its slender but rotten fingers moved slightly, as if playing the piano.

It's a knee-jerk action.

The tuxedo zombie looked at his unconscious movements just now, slightly confused.

But after being confused for a while, I was attracted by the red flesh on the table.

Slowly picked up the knife and fork, resisted the urge to swallow, and cut the flesh little by little.

It wasn't until a piece of meat was cut off that it could fit right in his mouth that it was slowly put into his mouth.

The mouth secretes a large amount of black blood.

Even if he couldn't help it, the tuxedo zombie still chewed little by little.

Like the most gentlemanly, but also elegant aristocrat.

Elegant, timeless.

A piece of red meat was quickly eaten, and the tuxedo zombie touched his abdomen, letting out a sigh in his throat.

Still not full.

The stomach and brain are screaming wantonly, let it eat some more flesh and blood, eat hard, eat desperately.

I can't get enough to eat.

The tuxedo zombie looked out the window, and a flash of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Don't dare to go out at all.

There's just a powerful guy coming out there.

The tuxedo zombie sighed, got up from his chair, his back straight, and walked towards a room step by step.

With a squeak, the tuxedo zombie opened the door to a room.

As soon as the door was opened, the strong smell of blood came to his face, and the tuxedo zombie zombie couldn't hold back, and let out a ho-ho sound from his throat.

Several corpses lay on the ground, neatly placed next to each other.

The corpse's arms, the position of the thighs, were all missing flesh and blood.

That's the best position for muscles.

Tuxedo zombies have always been of high quality, unlike other zombies, even if it is red flesh mixed in the soil, they can swallow it without saying a word.

It's not the same as they are.

It's a zombie with a pursuit.

To have a high quality of life, unlike those who have developed limbs and simple minds.

This kind of corpse, which no longer has any muscles, is no longer worthy of being called its food, and usually, it should be thrown to its younger brothers.

The tuxedo zombie stood in the room, his fingers trembling slightly.

It was that powerful brain wave that affected it.

It didn't dare to step out of the door for half a step, so it could only shrink here.

If you can't go out, you won't have food.

The tuxedo zombie slowly squatted down, glanced at the corpse on the ground with disgust, and didn't know when he held a dagger in his hand.

Let's make do with it!

The tuxedo zombie thought to himself that when this powerful creature was gone, it would be able to go out again and forage for food again.

It likes children with delicate skin the most, and young people who like to be fit, and the meat is good!

The tuxedo zombie quickly prepared red meat for himself.

But his body has been messed up with red blood, and he doesn't look gentlemanly at all.

The tuxedo zombie put the red meat on the plate, glanced at the clothes on his body in discouragement, and did not raise the knife and fork immediately.

Instead, he turned and entered his room.

The stiff body creaked from walking, and it didn't affect its straight waist at all.

There are also well-defined hairs that gently sway in the air.

In the closet, tuxedos are stacked layer after layer.

The creaking sound rang out again.

The tuxedo zombie stiffened its joints and changed its clothes, which were ripped off along with some rotting flesh and thrown into a basket for dirty clothes.

The carrion all over its body still didn't affect it, and even if it tore off more carrion, it still maintained its instinct to fulfill its duties.

on the walls of the room.

Full of awards.

In the corner of the living room, there was a piano, which had fallen to dust.

On the wall near the piano, there is a pair of ink paintings with rich colors, which is extremely artistic.

Finally, at the cost of tearing off a finger, the tuxedo zombie finally got a new outfit.

It's still an elegant tuxedo.

The tuxedo zombie nodded in satisfaction, its neck creaking at its nod.

The tuxedo zombie sat back in his chair, eating the flesh from the plate little by little.

I'm not satisfied, but it's a rare delicacy.

The tuxedo cares a lot about the powerful brain waves, and just wants that guy to get out of here quickly, don't come over.

on the streets.

Zhou Wenwen and Jiang Ming put the materials that could be used in the town's supermarkets, restaurants, and even private houses into the space.

The small gas stations were also emptied.

There are very few zombies encountered on the road, as if they are deliberately hiding.

Maybe it's because Zhou Wenwen doesn't have to be suspicious, and there will be "hordes" of zombies rushing over.

It's just a few dozen.

They were all wiped out by Jiang Ming.

"Let's go?"

Jiang Ming saw that Zhou Wenwen was a little tired from using spiritual power to collect materials, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Zhou Wenwen.

"Say, which of the smart zombies will be here?"

Zhou Wenwen and Jiang Ming sat back in the van with a pale face, looking at the clean and tidy town, but Zhou Wenwen had a feeling of paradise village.

But she also knows that this is the world of zombies.

It is the human race that dies.

"It should be a clean guy, the crystal nucleus should be good, if you want to see it, I should be able to catch it."

Jiang Ming opened the car window to breathe, and froze a piece of ice to cool down, his face was very gentle.

If you say it, it's not very friendly to zombies.

Jiang Ming never regarded himself as a real zombie, and he never devoured flesh and blood.

Killing zombies doesn't have any psychological burden.

It is precisely because he is a zombie that he understands better that zombies are corpses, not living people.

"No need."

Zhou Wenwen shook his head lightly and didn't let Jiang Ming go.

Zhou Wenwen himself encountered a wisdom zombie, and he would definitely destroy it and collect the crystal nucleus.

Let Jiang Ming go, Zhou Wenwen couldn't bear it.

I'm afraid that Jiang Ming will feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Wenwen didn't know how many special zombies there were in the world, but she knew that in the eyes of special zombies, Jiang Ming's behavior was betrayal.

Zhou Wenwen was worried and distressed about Jiang Ming.